"..." The little girl.
"..." Lin Zhiyan.
"..." Lu Yao.
All three girls looked in the direction Hua Ling disappeared, feeling an incomparable disgust akin to finding a fly in their bowl halfway through a meal.
Remembering how the opponent made such a grandiose entrance, like they were ruling the world, calmly waiting for someone to unleash a big move.
Yet when the big move happened, they were thrown so far away nobody knew where, such a drastic abnormality was hard for anyone to accept.
"Pull yourselves together, we can only rely on ourselves now." Lin Zhiyan said solemnly, with a hint of imperceptible helplessness in her voice.
Lu Yao looked at Hu Guangxin, who was approaching step by step, and said gravely, "Zhiyan, what kind of martial arts is he using?"
"Not sure." Lin Zhiyan shook her head. "It might be Qi Gong, but it's different from ordinary Hard Qi Gong."
